I still call this my “analog” desk. It’s for reading real books and articles. It’s for journaling. It’s for painting and drawing. It’s for sitting and staring out the window, even if the view is only that of a cul-de-sac in a boring middle-class suburb.
I sat here for a good portion of two days during a recent power outage. It was refreshing and mentally invigorating.
But that was last week. Now I’m once again staring at my computer in the basement office, letting the internet think for me.